The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 888
## Chapter 888
“A sword? You made a sword?”
Sia’s eyes widened as she looked at Raon.
“Now that I think about it, I don’t see Raon’s sword.”
She waved her hand in front of her face, asking where he had left the Heavenly Demon Sword.
“I left it with them because they said they would make me a better one.”
Raon pointed to the letter, explaining that he had given the sword to the master blacksmiths.
“Huh? But why does it say a demon appeared instead of a sword?”
Sia tilted her head, unable to understand Burren’s letter.
“I don’t know either….”
Raon folded the letter with an awkward smile. He couldn’t tell Sia that the master blacksmiths were competing to make the sword.
-Those old men, they may be old, but they’re more childish than kids.
Wrath shook his head in disappointment.
“I want a shiny sword too!”
Sia raised her wooden sword above her head as if protesting.
“Hmm….”
Raon narrowed his eyes and looked at Sia.
‘That wouldn’t be bad.’
Since she had learned to control her strength, it seemed like it would be okay to let her use a real sword, even if it wasn’t sharpened.
‘And give them to mother, father, and aunt.’
While he was at it, he wanted to make swords for Sylvia, Edgar, and Aris, who had gone up to the North Sea Mountain.
“Alright.”
Raon nodded and led Sia to the garden table where Sylvia and Edgar were sitting.
“How about you two make swords at this opportunity?”
“Swords? The ones made from dragon bones?”
“Are you saying you’ll make them for us too?”
Sylvia and Edgar blinked, as if they hadn’t even considered it.
“Yes. While ordering a sword for my sister, I wanted to make swords for mother and father too.”
Raon nodded to Sylvia and Edgar, asking what they thought.
“Hmm, the sword I’m using now isn’t bad, but if my son made it for me, I have to take it!”
Sylvia smiled and said she would definitely use it if it was a sword her son had obtained.
“Th-Then can I have a sword made from the dragon’s horn?”
Edgar pounded the table with his fist, seemingly excited.
“Horn?”
“Yes. A sword made from dragon bones is sturdy, a sword made from teeth is sharp, and a sword made from horns absorbs aura better.”
He nodded, explaining that each part of the dragon had different characteristics.
“There were such characteristics?”
Sylvia looked at Edgar with blank eyes, as if she had no idea.
“Of course! Depending on what materials are used and how much, even swords made by the same craftsman can be worlds apart!”
Edgar nodded heavily, saying that the world of craftsmen was profound.
“I didn’t know that either.”
Raon let out a sigh. He had trusted Vulcan, Kuberad, and Burren, so he had no idea that there were such differences between materials.
-This king didn’t know either. I just know that the rump meat is tender, the belly meat is firm, and the tenderloin melts in your mouth….
Wrath smacked his lips, saying he only knew which parts of the dragon meat were delicious instead of the bones, teeth, and horns. He was truly a great Demon King.
“Really? Then I should explain it to you! Not just the bones and horns, but even the dragon’s scales have different uses! The scales around the neck are both strong and flexible, so they’re good for making armor, and the scales around the body are just strong, so they’re good for shields or adding to weapons. And the attributes are different depending on the type of dragon….”
Edgar, not wanting to miss the opportunity to speak, showered Raon with answers he hadn’t even asked for.
“Red is obviously fire resistance and affinity. Blue is water, gold is….”
“Ah, Father! Since there are three dragons, it should be possible to make the entire sword out of horns!”
Raon shouted that he would make a sword out of horns to stop Edgar’s endless chatter.
“R-Really?”
Edgar let out a gasp as if he had downed a beer in one gulp after stopping his explanation.
“To think I’d get to use a sword made from a dragon’s horn in my lifetime! As they say, having good children is the best!”
He gave a thumbs up, saying that his children doing well was better than him doing well.
“Then I want to use a sword made from teeth. So I can cut down all the
bastards who covet this place.”
Sylvia nodded with a gentle smile, despite her harsh words.
“Ah, yes….”
He could feel Sylvia’s unwavering determination to protect the annex. It seemed like she still held the White Blood Religion’s attack close to her heart.
“I’d like a sword with the dragon’s horn as the main material, and it should be slender. I need flexibility to properly execute the swordsmanship I want. Ah, of course, I don’t want it to be flimsy like a soft sword, it should be light and strong. The length should be slightly shorter than a longsword….”
Edgar was talkative even when making requests. It seemed like he was trying to vent all the chatter he had been holding back because of Sylvia.
“I want everything!”
Sia nodded, saying she wanted everything.
“Use all those scales, bones, everything!”
She raised her sparkling eyes, asking him to make it using all the materials combined.
“Alright.”
Just as Raon was about to leave for Mirtan Village after summarizing the three people’s requests, Sia grabbed his sleeve.
“I want to go too!”
Sia smiled brightly, saying she wanted to go with him.
“It’ll be boring.”
Raon shook his head at Sia.
“All you’ll see is hammering, so it’ll be tedious.”
“I want to go! I’m going!”
Sia grabbed his arm tightly as if she wouldn’t let go this time. Her strength was so great that the sleeve, despite being made of sturdy training clothes, ripped.
“How about taking her with you?”
“Yes. There won’t be any trouble there.”
Edgar and Sylvia smiled, saying it would be a good opportunity.
“Hmm….”
Raon let out a low groan as he saw the moisture gathering at the corners of Sia’s eyes.
‘Can’t be helped.’
Unlike Sylvia and Edgar, since it was the first sword being made, it seemed like it wouldn’t be bad to go and talk to the blacksmith directly.
“Alright. Let’s go together.”
Raon nodded with a sigh as if he had no choice.
“Yay!”
Sia wiped her eyes as if she had never been teary-eyed and smiled brightly.
“What Mom said worked!”
She hugged Sylvia, saying her tears had worked.
“I told you, your brother may seem cold, but he’s soft.”
Sylvia patted Sia’s head, saying she did well.
“Ah….”
Raon took a deep breath as he watched Sia bragging to Edgar and Sylvia.
‘That was acting?’
-She’s already acting?
Wrath also let out a hollow laugh, finding it absurd.
-She’s definitely your sister! There was another god of acting here!
‘….’
***
Clang! Clang!
Sia looked around with wonder, fascinated by the sound of hammers ringing throughout Mirtan Village.
“Hammer! There’s a hammer over there too!”
She pointed at a hammer bigger than a person’s forearm and smiled brightly. It seemed like she was curious about new things.
“Sister, aren’t you hot?”
Raon looked down at Sia, who was beaming.
“I’m fine!”
Sia shook her head, saying it was perfect.
‘Is it because her physical abilities are still at the Grandmaster level?’
Although she had lost all her memories of swordsmanship and martial arts, her physical abilities themselves remained the same, so it seemed like she didn’t feel the heat or cold.
“But why are they hitting fire with a hammer?”
Sia pointed to a craftsman hammering a heated piece of iron.
“That’s not fire, it’s iron heated by fire. When you heat iron, you can change its shape.”
He explained the process of making a sword as they ascended Mirtan Village, and they saw a familiar face halfway up.
“Chieftain?”
It was Dorian. He was leisurely observing Mirtan Village with a bottle of alcohol hanging from his finger.
“What brings you here?”
“I came to get a sword made too.”
Dorian flicked his hand, saying it would be alright for him to place an order first since he was also part of the annex.
“Of course.”
Raon smiled, saying it was his rightful privilege.
“Ah, and I have a gift for you.”
He opened his subspace pocket and took out
the fine liquor he had bought for Dorian.
“Ahem! You shouldn’t have!”
Despite saying it was unnecessary, Dorian immediately reached out and took the bottle.
“You came after hearing that your sword was finished….”
“Grandpa!”
Just as Dorian was about to ask about the sword, Sia stepped forward and grabbed his hand.
“Why haven’t you been coming home lately?”
Sia narrowed her eyes as if she missed Dorian, who used to visit occasionally.
“S-Sia. Th-That’s because I’ve been looking after the kids lately….”
Dorian stammered, flustered by Sia’s clear eyes.
“First Grandpa doesn’t come, Second Grandpa doesn’t come, and Black Grandpa doesn’t come either, so it’s boring!”
Sia pouted, saying Glenn, Rectar, and Dorian were all missing.
“Is th-that so! Then I should go!”
Dorian nodded, his chin trembling. He gave a big smile as if he found Sia adorable.
‘They’ve gotten quite close.’
Dorian was a responsible person, so he would visit the annex once in a while to fulfill his role as the real Chieftain, and it seemed like they had become close during that time.
“Come tomorrow. I’ll have it ready.”
“Raon!”
Just as he was telling Dorian to come tomorrow, someone called his name.
“I told you to come quickly! Why are you slacking off there!”
It was Vulcan. He stomped his foot in front of his workshop, urging Raon to come quickly.
“Be quiet, it’s hurting my ears.”
Kuberad waved his hand, saying Raon would come on his own so he should leave him alone.
“That’s right. The match is already decided. Wait patiently.”
Burren nodded leisurely as if he had already won.
“Chieftain, please watch my sister for a moment.”
Raon asked Dorian to look after Sia and went up to Vulcan’s workshop.
“Sorry I’m late.”
He bowed to Vulcan, Kuberad, and Burren.
All three of them looked disheveled, their clothes and hair messy and their eyes dark, as if they had been forging swords all night.
“Hmm, you brought that child too.”
Vulcan nodded heavily, recognizing Sia.
“The child who makes Dorian flustered….”
“Who is she?”
Kuberad and Burren tilted their heads, not knowing about Sia.
“She’s my older sister.”
“Sister? You had an older sister?”
Kuberad’s eyes widened as if he was hearing this for the first time.
“Yes. She kind of appeared suddenly.”
“Huh, humans are strange. Not a younger sibling, but an older sister appearing suddenly?”
Burren shook his head, unable to understand.
“To put it simply….”
Since he would have to tell them anyway to request Sia’s sword, he briefly explained the situation.
“So that’s what happened….”
Kuberad clicked his tongue, looking sympathetic.
“Those filthy Eden bastards! There’s no one normal among those who hide their faces!”
Burren gritted his teeth, showing deep resentment towards Oma.
“Let’s leave the heavy talk at that and get to the main point.”
Vulcan waved his hand as if to clear the gloomy atmosphere.
“Right. Today is the day to present the new swords.”
Kuberad nodded with a faint smile.
“I hope you cut down all those ghost bastards with the sword I made!”
Vulcan stepped back, saying he was counting on Raon.
“You won’t know just by looking. Examine them yourself.”
Kuberad nodded calmly.
“A demon is born….”
Burren smacked his lips with dark eyes, looking slightly crazy.
“Alright.”
Raon exhaled briefly and grabbed the Heavenly Demon Sword that Vulcan had made. He hadn’t even touched the hilt, but it felt like it fit more snugly in his hand than before.
Shing!
As he drew the Heavenly Demon Sword, a clearer ringing sound than before echoed along with the appearance of the pure white blade. The shape hadn’t changed much, but he could feel the sword’s own will.
‘Unwavering firmness that will not yield to anyone.’
The conviction he had held since he first grasped the sword until he reached transcendence was quietly embedded in the Heavenly
Demon Sword.
He felt certain that it would never break, no matter who the opponent was or what swordsmanship it clashed with.
“Amazing. I feel like I know the power of this sword without even swinging it.”
He lightly swung the Heavenly Demon Sword and his red eyes trembled.
“Ahem!”
Vulcan grinned broadly, pleased with Raon’s reaction.
“Then next….”
He sheathed the Heavenly Demon Sword and grabbed the Soul-Reaping Sword.
Whoosh!
As soon as he grasped the Soul-Reaping Sword’s hilt, a cool chill crept into his fingertips. It felt like being exposed to necromancy, but there was no malice.
Shing!
When he drew the Soul-Reaping Sword, the blade, which seemed to have been splattered with blood, revealed itself, even redder than before.
The demonic energy emanating from the crimson blade had become denser, but strangely, the stench of resentment from the vengeful spirits had significantly decreased.
He could feel a noble aura, like the energy of a skilled swordsman.
“The power and will of the Soul-Reaping Sword have become stronger, but the resentment has decreased. No, rather than decreased, it seems like the malice has been converted into power.”
Raon swallowed, touching the Soul-Reaping Sword’s blade.
“After hearing that your teacher had appeased the vengeful spirits of the Soul-Reaping Sword, I decided to trust the souls of the sword. Just as you help the vengeful spirits, they will also help you.”
Kuberad nodded, saying that if they trusted each other, they could create great power.
“Thank you.”
Raon bowed to Kuberad and grabbed the last sword, the Ring of Fire.
“Hmm….”
As soon as he held the sword, red energy waves rippled before his eyes. Goosebumps rose on his skin as if he were facing a swordsman filled with murderous intent.
Shing!
When he drew the Ring of Fire, the blue blade, clear like Rimer’s wind, revealed itself.
However, within that clarity, he felt a deep and profound murderous intent. He could sense an intense aura, as if it would cut down not just people, but the entire world.
“Hmm.”
Raon brought his finger to the tip of the Ring of Fire’s blade.
Pierce!
Even with his body strengthened by reaching transcendence, the blade, without any aura infused, cut him and blood flowed down.
“Chilling.”
He had thought it would just scratch him slightly, but he hadn’t expected it to actually cause a wound. The murderous intent was absurd.
“I knew it!”
Burren clapped his hands repeatedly as if he had predicted Raon’s reaction.
“Please cut down all those Oma bastards with that sword!”
He bowed deeply, making his request.
“I’ll do my best.”
Raon clenched his fist, saying he would become a swordsman who wouldn’t lose to the Ring of Fire.
“Hmm, so whose sword is the best?”
Kuberad asked, tilting his head slightly. He had seemed uninterested in the competition, but it appeared he was the most curious.
“What are you asking, it’s obvious!”
“That’s right. It’s me.”
Burren confidently pointed to himself, and Vulcan also chose himself as if it were a matter of course.
“Each one is a magnificent sword that I feel unworthy of using, so I can’t rank them.”
Raon shook his head, looking at the Heavenly Demon Sword, the Soul-Reaping Sword, and the Ring of Fire in turn.
The Heavenly Demon Sword held the will to never break, the Soul-Reaping Sword had the power to turn resentment into salvation, and the Ring of Fire contained the deadly conviction to kill any opponent.
The swords were equally high in terms of completion, but the will embedded within each was different, making it impossible to determine a winner or loser.
“This match is a draw.”
Raon closed his eyes tightly, saying he truly couldn’t decide.
“There’s no such thing as a draw in this world!”
Burren shook his head vigorously.
“We need to make a decision….”
Kuberad smacked his lips as if he craved a decision.
“There’s no such thing as a match without a winner in the world of craftsmen.”
Vulcan also frowned, dissatisfied.
“Look again properly!”
“Raon!”
Just as he was telling Raon to look again, Dorian came up the hill carrying Sia.
Sia was tall for a woman, but Dorian was so large that it didn’t look particularly strange.
“Sister?”
“Are they the grandpas who will make my sword?”
Sia smiled at Burren, Vulcan, and Kuberad.
“Hello!”
She got down from Dorian’s arms and bowed to the three craftsmen.
“Sword?”
Vulcan tilted his head as if asking what she meant.
“My sister recently started learning swordsmanship, so I was going to ask you to make a blunt real sword for her.”
“Hmm, I see.”
Vulcan narrowed his eyes, examining Sia’s hands and feet.
“There’s an incredible amount of sword energy, unlike her appearance.”
“A lump of talent, you could say.”
Kuberad and Burren also swallowed, seemingly sensing Sia’s talent.
[As I mentioned, her original level was the peak of Grandmaster.]
Raon sent an aura message that only the craftsmen could hear.
[Although she has lost her memories and strength, if my sister properly wields a sword….]
He nodded, watching Sia examine the Heavenly Demon Sword with a smile.
[She will definitely be able to reach transcendence.]
He concluded his words with conviction, as Sia’s talent made it certain that she would reach transcendence.
“Huh!”
“To that extent?”
Burren and Kuberad widened their eyes in surprise.
“Young lady.”
Vulcan approached Sia and met her eyes.
“Would you like to try swinging a sword?”
He gave Sia an ordinary sword and asked her to swing it.
“Hmm? How much?”
Sia tilted her head and looked back at Raon.
“This time, don’t hold back your strength and swing it towards that mountain.”
Raon pointed to a distant mountain and told her to swing with all her might.
“Okay!”
Sia nodded and swung the sword downwards.
He had thought she was doing a horizontal slash, but the flow of the Light Sword, which he had taught her not long ago, was subtly woven into her sword path.
Kwaaang!
The sword strike, extending sharply like a beast’s fangs, shattered one side of the mountain.
“I hit it!”
Sia jumped up and down, delighted to have hit the rock.
“Uh….”
“Wh-What is this….”
“Huh!”
Not only Kuberad and Burren, but even Vulcan was startled and widened his eyes.
“As I said. Which of you will make the first sword for my sister, who will reach transcendence in the future?”
Raon wiggled his fingers at the three of them like a skilled auctioneer.
“Me! I’ll make it!”
“No, a young lady like that needs someone delicate like me to handle her sword!”
“This is the time to finally settle the score!”
The three craftsmen started arguing again, each claiming they would make Sia’s sword.
“I like all of you!”
Sia smiled brightly, as if the more the merrier.
-Childish old geezers….
Wrath shook his head, saying they were pathetic.
-It’s like they’re aging in reverse.
‘…Look who’s talking?’
***
Raon took Sia back to the annex and headed to the 5th training ground.
The floor of the training ground was neatly organized, as if the swordsmen of the Tempest Unit had finished their training and left.
-Yawn….
Wrath yawned and shook his head.
-If you’ve eaten your fill, why don’t you just go to sleep….
He rubbed his eyes and beckoned Raon to go to sleep.
‘I got new swords, so I need to see how much they’ve changed.’
The characteristics of the Heavenly Demon Sword, the Soul-Reaping Sword, and the Ring of Fire had improved so dramatically that he felt he needed to swing them himself to get used to them.
-That’s true, but you can do it after sleeping!
Wrath shook his head, wondering why Raon always had to make a fuss at night.
‘It’s nice and quiet.’
Raon smiled and drew the Heavenly Demon Sword. Just holding the sword made his body and mind feel stronger. It felt like he wouldn’t lose to anything.
Huu.
As always, he started with basic swordsmanship. He projected the flow and principles of the basic swordsmanship he had taught Sia onto himself and swung the Heavenly Demon Sword.
Whoosh!
The blade of the Heavenly Demon Sword, imbued with his own convictions, sliced through the cold dawn air.
An unwavering, unyielding sword. Vulcan had created a sword exactly as he had boasted.
-It’s like the word ‘firmness’ itself was forged into a sword. It’s even sturdier than before.
Wrath nodded, saying it was an excellent sword that could perfectly embody the swordsman’s will.
Shing.
He sheathed the Heavenly Demon Sword and grabbed the Ring of Fire. The blue blade, along with the intense murderous intent, emitted a killing aura that erased the darkness.
Shing!
Raon moved to the center of the training ground with smooth footwork and executed the Light Sword.
The chilling sharpness contained within the Ring of Fire became like the fangs of a crazed beast, extending in all directions.
Kwaaang!
Even though he hadn’t intended it, a spiderweb-like killing aura bloomed from the end of the sword path, tearing apart the atmosphere.
‘This is dangerous.’
The killing intent extended not only towards enemies but also towards allies. If he couldn’t control it perfectly, the sword might even pierce the backs of his comrades.
-There’s a reason why that dwarf said he created a demon.
Wrath let out a sigh, saying he had made a troublesome sword.
‘Then lastly….’
Just as Raon was about to draw the Soul-Reaping Sword from behind his waist, the door to the training ground opened and Glenn entered.
“You can’t test swords alone.”
Glenn shook his head with a calm expression.
“L-Lord?”
He hadn’t expected Glenn to come here, so he immediately approached and bowed.
“You’ve received new swords, so how about fulfilling our postponed promise?”
“Promise, you say….”
“A spar.”
He grasped the True Heaven Sword with a smile on his lips.
“Let me see how far you’ve come.”